The day I realized I was in love with you was the day you wore that blue dress. Never had I seen a more beautiful sight than you in that sapphire gown. It was the color of the sky we were standing under, a dazzling azure because of the shining sun. The sea wind made your dress billow gracefully and your scarlet hair begin to lightly fall out of the ribbon you wore. I remember you explaining your laziness to do anything else with it. It was beautiful anyways.
We were on the terrace. I was sitting, trying to read the Daily Prophet, but was obviously distracted if I knew every detail about you at that moment. You were standing, leaning against the lodge's wooden terrace, facing the clear waters of the sea. I could tell you were away in your own world, your own thoughts…
Everything about you was magnified a thousand times over. Everything I had ever taken for granted was finally noticed, now completely and utterly unavoidable. I fell in love, all over again, with every part, every detail, of you. The freckles on your arms—the ones you complained about— became the most lovely thing I could have imagined.
Except that smile.
That charm of yours can be quite captivating and it was no wonder men would practically fall at your feet. And at that moment I realized I had fell victim to that very charm.
As I sat there, now accidentally staring, you turned and caught my eyes; the ones that had been reflecting, memorizing, marveling… I was too slow to look away. So I kept looking, but you surprise me by returning my gaze. Your hazel eyes twinkled with curiosity.
I was always known for my boldness and rash actions… The memory of our first kiss flashed in my mind. Not breaking the strong connection we found ourselves in, I stood up and soon was next to you, still waiting and looking, elbows resting on the ledge.
I lifted my hand and daringly ran my fingers over your delicate arm, softer than the most delicate of powders. A strand of your crimson hair fell, and you moved it behind your ear. I catch your hand before it came down. You squeeze gently.
The wind blew a little harder and sounds of waves crashing upon the shore could be heard. I moved my thumb across your cheekbone and you moved to face me at your full height. No words were spoken, yet somehow we both knew.
If our first kiss lasted several sunlit days, this one lasted an eternity of perfect sunshine, and felt just as wonderful. I remember your smile then… it must have been the same as my own.
I fell in love with you that day, finally realizing I loved you all along.